relicarium

BRAT5 days ago

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ivy racista bbb assustada com voto do bbb chamando de rapariga

BRAT1 week ago

paula bbb racista chorando muito

BRAT1 week ago

lobo eu quero

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felipe goldenboy safado pelado abanando leque e chupando picolé na avenida paulista

BRAT1 week ago

talking angela parem de baixar esse app 5 pessoas ja morreram

BRAT1 week ago

joana d'arc felix falando no telefone muito importada concursada em harvard aos 14 anos

BRAT2 weeks ago

jordana morais negajo jordoll bbb26 jordana de nazaré

BRAT2 weeks ago

jordana morais jordoll bbb26 sincerão

BRAT2 weeks ago

vt jordoll jordana morais negajo bbb26

BRAT2 weeks ago

jordana morais negajo gritando no ouvido de tia culena diabo da tasmania

BRAT2 weeks ago

jordana negajo dançando no monstro bbb26

BRAT2 weeks ago

efigênia dançando demente no casseta e planeta

BRAT2 weeks ago

sol vega dando apavoro merecido ne cama paula e soltando o grito da banshee na cara dela

BRAT2 weeks ago

solange couto sempre muito didática dizendo que nasceu do prazer não foi de sarro de trem e nem trepada mal dada

BRAT3 weeks ago

gretchen no programa da monique evans falando sobre o ultimo ensaio da playboy

BRAT3 weeks ago

rodrigo the doll rodrigo apresentador sambando com roupa horrenda na entrada do lollapalooza

BRAT3 weeks ago

demi lovato cosplaying brat numa boate duvidosa

BRAT3 weeks ago

lady gaga fracassada sem hit solo chora muito ao ver rotten tomatoes de kitnet of gucci

BRAT3 weeks ago

dona jura falando que absurdo depois de ver que ela falou que a menina nasceu de estupro

BRAT3 weeks ago

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BRAT3 months ago

"Two Loves", by Lord Alfred Douglas (1870 – 1945) Written in September 1892 and published in the Oxford magazine The Chameleon in December 1894. I dreamed I stood upon a little hill, And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed Like a waste garden, flowering at its will With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed Black and unruffled; there were white lilies A few, and crocuses, and violets Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun. And there were curious flowers, before unknown, Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades Of Nature's willful moods; and here a one That had drunk in the transitory tone Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades Of grass that in an hundred springs had been Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars, And watered with the scented dew long cupped In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen Only God's glory, for never a sunrise mars The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt, A grey stone wall. o'ergrown with velvet moss Uprose; and gazing I stood long, all mazed To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair. And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across The garden came a youth; one hand he raised To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes Were clear as crystal, naked all was he, White as the snow on pathless mountains frore, Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes A marble floor, his brow chalcedony. And he came near me, with his lips uncurled And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth, And gave me grapes to eat, and said, 'Sweet friend, Come I will show thee shadows of the world And images of life. See from the South Comes the pale pageant that hath never an end.' And lo! within the garden of my dream I saw two walking on a shining plain Of golden light. The one did joyous seem And fair and blooming, and a sweet refrain Came from his lips; he sang of pretty maids And joyous love of comely girl and boy, His eyes were bright, and 'mid the dancing blades Of golden grass his feet did trip for joy; And in his hand he held an ivory lute With strings of gold that were as maidens' hair, And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute, And round his neck three chains of roses were. But he that was his comrade walked aside; He was full sad and sweet, and his large eyes Were strange with wondrous brightness, staring wide With gazing; and he sighed with many sighs That moved me, and his cheeks were wan and white Like pallid lilies, and his lips were red Like poppies, and his hands he clenched tight, And yet again unclenched, and his head Was wreathed with moon-flowers pale as lips of death. A purple robe he wore, o'erwrought in gold With the device of a great snake, whose breath Was fiery flame: which when I did behold I fell a-weeping, and I cried, 'Sweet youth, Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove These pleasent realms? I pray thee speak me sooth What is thy name?' He said, 'My name is Love.' Then straight the first did turn himself to me And cried, 'He lieth, for his name is Shame, But I am Love, and I was wont to be Alone in this fair garden, till he came Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.' Then sighing, said the other, 'Have thy will, I am the love that dare not speak its name.'

Cherry6 months ago

Found your g spot